You know, the killing is so relentless that you almost get used to it. A classroom of children killed every single day. You write about it, you read about it. Someone’s mother digs herself up from the rubble. Someone’s father is split in half. There was a video of wounded man using his arms to crawl across the road. Another man is so hungry he weeps. You read the stories. Each one is more brutal than the next and somehow the brutality is banal. You are numb, for better or for worse. But there are moments in the day, maybe just a singular moment, when you actually contend with the magnitude of the tragedy, when you are able to quantify the loss and in those moments you feel crushed—there are no adjectives. There are people mourning their lovers. Students missing their teachers. Orphans. Widowers. Grandmothers who look just like your own. I cry when I think about the people who were martyred just hours before they could apologize for something, or confess to something, or have something to eat. Or the slain who believed they would survive. And as the rancid rotten people of the world pontificate and debate the definition of genocide, you are at war with yourself, trying desperately to ignore the material meaning of the word. You read the news and you read the news and it is so hard to accept that the dead, the thousands of people they are slaughtering, they are your loved ones and your loved ones’ loved ones. This isn’t just a bad dream.
my google searches recently:
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just got goodbyemogged so hard. i said "have a great rest of your day" and got back "have an awesome rest of your week". on a monday too!! totally destroyed.
actually if you’re an expert in anything (and I use that term broadly) one of the most useful things you can do with your knowledge is share it with journalists on background so the story is reported more accurately! talking to press isn’t a vanity project it’s public education
@rick_paulas i feel like people On Here really conflate other people (broadly: "leftists" "millennials" "nyc media workers") being honest about being relatively low-earners with them taking the downward mobility of their choosen professions as a point of pride ... idk man lol
It is in fact undignified for someone mid career to live with roommates. And most people would not want this regardless of your aesthetic-political evaluation of that desire.
shooting my shot because you can't afford not to in this economy. email tisya . m @ gmail, rates negotiable. I'm pretty experienced with small dollar fundraising and events! I really believe almost every media outlet could and should be more aggressive with fundraising
Now, here's something special: The Provincetown Independent, a high-quality local news outlet, is hiring a managing editor. Pay is $80k-$100k, and it comes with housing, subsidized by its nonprofit arm, as well as a chance to earn equity. #journalism https://t.co/zMnxVbyt1G..
SWEET job: The @washingtonpost is hiring a sharp, curious and versatile reporter to cover the people, personalities and cultural forces that shape DC politics and animate the capital. It's in our Style section
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For years, @jkbjournalist tried to land a job as a reporter at her hometown @PhillyInquirer.
Instead, she reported for papers in Bethlehem & Bucks County & the @PhillyDailyNews.
Today, the Inqy profiled her as “The woman who took down Jeffrey Epstein.” https://t.co/Am3uRjEqrF
I wrote about Bobby Pulido, the Tejano singer running for Congress whose opponent dismissed him as a “quinceañera act.” Well, guess where’s he’s campaigning?
A story about tradition and my first in @NewYorker, from Texas →
I love this story by @Itzel03Luna so much. When I lived in Germany (military kid), they didn't sell Tapatío in the base commissary. My family in California had to ship us the big bottles of it. The hot sauce of my childhood.
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Eternally proud of @_fredramos who pitched this story and worked on it for two years. Please take a few minutes to read and check out the spectacular photos.
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